Okay, so maybe getting a priest in Ireland was harder than she'd imagined. The catholic church seemed to be booked completely out of the door- so apparently she wasn't the only one having demonic issues of the sort. There was no use in her being in denial anymore..

Sakura prepared herself for work that morning, while also ushering Gaara out the door. "Come on, come on.. I'm gonna be late." She just about shoved him out the door while he was fixated on the gel in his hair. "Just stick your head out of the car window, it'll spike itself. Lets GO!" Gaara stumbled down the stairs and to the car.

"Cannot wait until I get my OWN vehicle, I hate riding to work with you. I'm always thirty minutes early."

"Cry me a river, sweetheart." Sakura said and started the car. The drive was quiet, other than Gaara's snoring. He didn't sleep much at night for all the sleep walking, but he could get it during the day. Slowly Sakura felt herself beginning to doze off. It seemed like as soon as her eyes closed the wheel jerked and a horn blew.

"What the fuck are you doing?!" She gasped and jerked her head over to look at Gaara, who had one hand on the wheel steering the car off the road. He pulled the emergency brake and stared at her. "Are you okay? Just let me drive.."

"W-what happened?" Her chest felt heavy and Gaara carefully stroked her cheek. "Let me drive you to work, I'll take the car and head back up later and wait on you in front of the hospital.. okay?" Sakura nodded her head unknowingly and switched Gaara seats. Her back sunk into the passenger seat as she tried to process what had just happened. Her hands began to shake and she felt sick to her stomach. Gaara's large hand crept over onto her lap and cupped her smaller one. "Sakura?" She blushed and peered down at his display of affection, "You sure you're going to be alright?"

She nodded hesitantly, "Yeah.."

Gaara stayed true to his word and picked Sakura up outside of the hospital. He looked tired but seemed wide awake. Sakura on the other hand, was snoring before they pulled out of the hospital drive way. She didn't remember making it home that night, and she damn sure didn't remember crawling into the bed. Her shoes were by the door and her pants were off and on the floor across the room. She woke and read the clock- it was only 3 am. The shower was running and the door was wide open, Sakura just couldn't seem to get up and investigate.

"Gaara?"

She received no answer and stretched across the bed, "Gaara..?" The shower switched off and she heard his footsteps. "Yeah?"

"What are you doing?"

"Couldn't sleep, so I decided to shower."

"...Oh."

"A man stopped by a few hours ago, around nine. Did you send for him?" Sakura thought for a moment before answering, "Was he a priest?"

"Looked like it. Why so late? Tryna' catch someone asleep?"

"No they were booked up and that was the only time he could come. Did he bless the house?"

Gaara stepped over to the dresser with nothing but a towel wrapped around his waist. Sakura swallowed hard, It was really unusual for Gaara to be so open about his .. well, nudity. "About that.. well he said he was going to but.. something came up.."

"So he didn't?"

"He said he'd get back to you on it."

Sakura arched her eyebrow at his naked back. He would get back to her on that? That was highly unusual for the catholic church. She watched Gaara dig out a shirt and her eyes glanced to the open bathroom. Steam rolled out of it despite the fan being on. Gaara's clothes were in the corner hamper and the curtain was lazily drawn back. The white tiled floor shined brightly under the high beam lights allowing her sharp eyes to catch a glimpse of a fine red line in the crack of the tile. It was thin and appeared to have been pushed into the crack by.. possibly someone trying to wipe it up? Her eyebrows furrowed slightly before widening and averting back to Gaara who was closing the dresser drawers now fully clothed.

"Feeling any better?"

"U-uh yeah.. just a little headache is all.."

"Want me to get you something?"

"Please?"

Gaara nodded and headed down the stairs. Sakura took the opportunity to get up and go into the bathroom, she then shut the door as if she were using it and crouched down on the tile to examine. Of course it could be soap or maybe he cut himself on something, but it just didn't seem so to her. Her ears and eyes strained on what she assumed was blood and Gaara's footsteps below. The good thing about the old house was that she could hear his every move. Her small finger traced the crack as if to confirm her suspicions. It was definitely blood, but whose?

The footsteps stopped suddenly and she could feel her hair stand on end. The cracking and popping of the floor indicated that he'd stopped directly beneath her. Unknowingly, she held her breath until she heard what sounded like Gaara running up the stairs. Quickly she stood and went over to the toilet as if to act like she was peeing. The bathroom door busted open and Gaara hung on the frame stopping himself. "Are you alright? I thought I heard you fall.." His breathing was labored but as a nurse she could tell it was an act. He thought he heard her fall? Really? "No, I'm fine. Could you please close the door?" Her face was red and Gaara rolled his eyes. He shifted his weight to the opposite foot as she watched nervously. Her breath caught in her throat when his eyes narrowed on the blood remnants. He stared for a moment before slowly looking up at her, almost glaring. Sakura couldn't help but stare at said spot also and catch eye contact with him. The look in his eyes wasn't Gaara at all. It was a threatening look.

"I must have dripped a little, I started my period..." He looked to her like he wasn't buying it but he smiled anyway. "Oh, well I thought you might have actually been hurt or something, don't worry me like that."

"Yeah, I'm sorry. I shouldn't be so clumsy."

She met him in the bedroom and crawled in bed covering up. Sakura closed her eyes and sighed trying to relax and think rationally, but the only thing that came to mind was what exactly was he doing while she was sleeping every night? After all, he was an insomniac.